The sky gradually darkened, and Durant stood outside the tent, staring blankly at the sky.
"Where could Lord Duke have gone?"
Durant asked Gang Le, who was sitting beside him.
"I have no idea!"
Gang Le scratched his head, "He said nothing and just flew southward!"
"Why didn't you ask?" Durant frowned, his tone carrying a hint of reproach.
Although Gang Le and Durant held different positions, their camaraderie was deep, and there was no beating around the bush in their conversations.
"Damn, what are you saying?"
Gang Le glared at Durant, retorting, "Would you dare to ask with Lord Duke in that state?"
Durant was silent for a moment and sighed slightly, "No, I wouldn't dare."
"Damn it!"
Gang Le spat in disinterest, leaning close to Gang Le, "It's okay, with Lord Duke like that, he is already unbeatable."
"I think you should worry less about Lord Duke's safety and more about whether he still needs us."
